I threw down
the dusty bag
untied the cord
and pulled the fabric wide
golden face of the sun,
white orchids and blue morphos
greeted me,
a whisper
of what remains unsaid
old photographs,
half-finished stories,
unsent letters
fill the darker folded corners
and I,
I am left still looking
to see
if I have
anything to say
~leigh-anne fraser
day 1 Napowrimo
